Due to Ding Peng's face, Zhao Yan did not stay angry with Zhang Danfeng for too long.
After giving him a moment of expression, I went to give him a statement.
"No matter where you heard about the relationship between Cainiaofang and me, I can arrange a meeting for you, but I can't guarantee whether anyone is willing to help you. You have to find a way on your own."
He examined Zhang Danfeng's expression, and when he saw that the latter's expression was as usual, he immediately understood that they had probably already found some suitable candidates.
But I haven’t made up my mind yet on who to use in the end.
"So, thank you very much, Your Majesty."
Zhang Danfeng thanked him.
As long as Zhao Yan is willing to introduce him, half of the obstacles will be cleared.
In fact, Xuanjilou has already tried to contact the young talents of Rookie Studio.
It's a pity that although these people are doing ordinary things in the rookie shop, their loyalty to the shop is quite high.
No matter what conditions Xuanji Tower makes and what they say, they are not willing to abandon Cainiaofang to do something that can surpass tens of thousands of people.
This kind of skill to control people is really frightening.
Originally, Xuanji Tower was ready to find another way, but in the end, they learned that Cainiaofang was actually the property of Prince Qi's Mansion.
In addition, Zhao Yan was in Qixia Town, so hope was rekindled.
This also gave them the confidence to implement their plan to conquer Dali in advance.
"When are you going to pick someone?"
Zhao Yan asked calmly.
It doesn't matter to him anyway, the Rookie Fang family has a big business, so missing a few people won't be a big problem.
What's more, the person selected has a chance to become the master of Dali. Once successful, the feedback to the business will only be stronger.
This is a small and big deal, there is no reason to refuse.
"Let's wait until we get rid of Duan Siping."
Zhang Danfeng thought about it for a while and still felt that this matter should not be rushed.
Anyway, with Zhao Yan's guarantee, things will definitely be accomplished.
He was more interested in Zhao Yan's rookie control skills.
"Your Majesty, can you tell me why your Rookie Studio is so popular?"
"Oh? Want to know?"
A wicked smile appeared on Zhao Yan's face.
"I hope the prince will not hesitate to teach me."
"Haha, I'm definitely not stingy. In fact, it's not difficult. It's just a Western word, which is called... comparing one's heart to one's heart."
“……”
Zhang Danfeng was speechless for a moment.
I don’t know whether Zhao Yan’s words were a sincere lesson or a deliberate mockery.
Comparing one’s heart to one’s heart…
Easier said than done.
But I have to say, it does make sense.
At least in the Xuanji Building, this is really difficult.
Thinking of this, Zhang Danfeng could only hand over his hand with a look of being taught.
After that, the five people took a rest here and waited for dark.
A few sporadic fires lit up the city, and the entire valley fell into silence.
Zhang Danfeng stood up slowly and said calmly.
"Everyone, it's time."
……
……
Explain the city.
The nights here are not as lively as other capitals in Kyushu.
The common people also fell asleep early.
Of course, this is also related to national conditions.
Kaifeng Prefecture's economy and trade are extremely developed, and there are many wealthy country gentry who have money and nowhere to spend it.
After these people are busy doing business during the day, they naturally have other needs at night.
Kechan City is different. There are not so many caravans and various shops here.
The people were busy making a living during the day and were tired at night, so naturally they didn't have much energy for fun.
The difference is that at the foot of the silent city, a huge Buddhist temple is still brightly lit.
Although the valley where the city is located is extremely vast, this Buddhist temple occupies at least one-tenth of the area.
There are countless attic palaces here, and there are tens of thousands of various Buddha statues.
The extent to which the Dali royal family believed in Buddhism can be seen.
"Mom, it's hard for people to make ends meet, but this Buddhist temple is actually magnificent."
Zhao Yan stood on the turret on the side of the Buddhist temple and sighed.
"Tianlong Temple is one of the best Buddhist temples in Kyushu. It is seven miles long and wide. It has more than 900 halls and houses, 12,700 large and small Buddha statues, and more than 50,000 hu of gold, silver, and copper used."
"Fifty thousand dendrobium!!"
"Just a little more."
"Buddhist...is really a master of making money."
Zhao Yan knows how to calculate.
There is no such thing as earning dollars and spending dollars in this world.
One dendrobium is equal to sixty jins of future generations, and fifty thousand dendrobiums is equivalent to three million jins of gold, silver, and copper...
These three metals are extremely valuable in this era!
What a fortune this must be.
Especially for a country like Dali, which is dominated by agriculture, it is impossible to count how many people it can support in terms of food.
"This was only built by the Duan family to worship Buddha. There is a similar large temple on Diancang Mountain, and it cost countless people."
Zhang Danfeng shook his head with emotion.
The so-called devotion to Buddha is all about the people’s blessings...
If there really are gods and Buddhas in the sky, can they enjoy the incense with blood in peace?
"The Duan family deserves to die."
Sun En had not spoken for a long time, but now he looked coldly and said coldly.
Li Buyi also looked a little unhappy. He couldn't see it clearly on the mountain before, but when he got here, he realized that a dignified Buddhist temple was so luxurious.
This is not so much a Buddhist temple as a medium-sized palace!
How can a monk be so extravagant?
"We are 90%25 sure that Duan Siping is in the white pagoda. Ding Peng will be the main attack later, and the others will be arranged in the west corner. Once the monks in the temple take action, we will try to kill and injure their effective forces and concentrate on the white pagoda. , deploy a five-party and three-talent formation.”
"Bu Yi and I raided the formation to hold off the other masters in the temple. The three of you should kill Duan Siping as soon as possible, so that we still have the strength to retreat. Otherwise, once the monks attract the Chancheng defenders, it will be difficult to leave."
Zhang Danfeng warned again.
He had already said something similar once.
This mission doesn't seem to be very difficult, but if it takes too long and gets stuck in a sea of people, there will still be some trouble.
"Long-winded."
Ding Peng complained, jumped up, and disappeared into the night like a ghost.
The other two people also looked at Zhang Danfeng sympathetically and went to their respective positions.
Zhao Yan looked at the white tower that was more than twenty feet high, and he felt much more emotional than them.
In later generations, he once traveled here, and when he saw the white tower, he felt majestic and solemn.
But now it seems that it is all made up of the blood and tears of the common people...
The majestic white tower now looks more like a terrifying monster piled up by countless skeletons.
"Your Majesty, is there something on your mind?"
Seeing him staring at the pagoda without saying a word, Zhang Danfeng asked uncertainly.
"No."
"Then... I hope everything goes well."
"It doesn't matter, I will try my best."
"That's very good."
……
……
White Tower.
Twenty-nine feet high.
Converted to the height in later generations, it is more than ninety meters.
This doesn't seem to be a very tall building.
But in Kyushu today, it is a large tower building that is extremely difficult to build.
There are sixteen levels of copper needles from the bottom of the tower to the top.
On the top of the tower, on the west side of the hollow, hangs a giant copper bell weighing more than ten tons.
The giant bell is engraved with six images of heavenly kings, and its sound transmission is extremely wide. Once it is rung, its sound can spread eighty miles, enough to cover the entire city of Chan.
And Ding Peng was standing silently in front of the giant bell at this moment.
He counted the time silently in his mind, waiting for the others to take their places.
Less than half an hour later, Ding Peng slowly raised his fists, his inner energy flowing through the back of his hands.
A bright light flashed in his eyes, and his powerful and heavy fists suddenly hit the giant bell.
when! ! !
The bronze bell was hit hard and made a loud noise that resounded throughout the world.
Following the loud noise, Ding Peng pulled out the full-moon scimitar from his waist and struck the bell with a bright sword.
boom!
The giant bell immediately left the top of the tower and smashed head first into the wooden floor.
Although the wood in the tower is made of excellent materials, it cannot withstand the sudden fall of such heavy objects.
A big hole was punched through the floor in an instant, and the giant bell kept falling.
Boom boom boom...
The whole white tower shook violently like a swaying giant.
boom! ! !
After a dull loud noise, the bronze bell finally smashed through the entire white tower and fell to the ground.
Every floor on the sixteenth floor was penetrated by it, and as many as ten monks were killed by it.
After this shock, the monks in Tianlong Temple realized what happened as if they were waking up from a dream.
Someone is attacking! !
The silent Chancheng suddenly came to life because of Ding Peng's move.
"How dare Xiaoxiao attack our temple at night!"
"Inform the abbot quickly!"
"By any chance, the place they attacked is the pagoda where the abbot is!"
"Then...go and call for the guards quickly!"
"Why are you panicking? Our three thousand monks in Tianlong Temple are not just paper. Call them all over and let's go and take a look!"
The monks on the periphery quickly began to gather, preparing to go to the pagoda to inquire about the situation.
But as soon as some responses gathered, masters came to kill them and wiped them all out easily.
The same thing keeps happening in the west part of Tenryuji Temple.
At the pagoda, six old monks with white beards and hair jumped to the top of the pagoda to confront Ding Peng.
"Amitabha, who is the donor? Why did you destroy the big bell of this temple?"
"Crazy guy, tell me quickly!"
The old monks arranged themselves in five directions and blocked Ding Peng's retreat.
They are not relaxed either.
Since the enemy dared to destroy the bell but did not escape, he must be a master with some skills.
"Call Duan Siping to come out."
Ding Peng said indifferently, paying no attention to their meaning.
He is a person who goes back and forth and usually only uses the simplest methods to achieve his goals.
"Who are you?"
The six old monks looked solemn.
The news that Lord Duan worshiped Buddha in Tianlong Temple has never been known to the public.
Only monks like them who are extremely senior know this.
But the visitor easily revealed the whereabouts of Lord Duan, obviously he was well prepared.
"Did not say?"
Ding Peng looked around coldly and tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
"No problem, I'll kill you, and Duan Siping will come out naturally."
He saw that the six of them were all at the Great Vajra Realm.
Although they are already good, in front of him, it depends on whether they can block the defensive power of the Full Moon Scimitar.
As he finished speaking, Ding Peng took action boldly.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night!"
The full moon scimitar struck out dozens of knives in a very short period of time, and the knives fired out arc-shaped blades of light that dispersed towards the west.
"Amitabha!"
The six old monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and their skin was immediately covered with a layer of gold.
Dang Dang Dang!
The light blades collided with them, creating fierce sparks. Although their defenses were broken, the old monks still managed to withstand the damage.
But the top floor of the White Tower was not so lucky. Many light blades struck the broken floors and walls, causing greater damage to the already precarious tall building.
If we continue to fight here, I believe this tower will be destroyed before long.
"Be careful, this person is a land god!"
The six monks endured the pain in their bodies and reminded them.
Then they made different gestures together, and shot out six different colors of energy from the air to attack Ding Peng in the center.
It is Duan's unique skill "Six Meridians Divine Sword".
Although Ding Peng's realm was higher than theirs, he did not dare to take it lightly when faced with the extremely lethal "Six Meridians Divine Sword". He danced wildly with the scimitar in his hand, blocking all the incoming lightsabers.
However, the six monks showed no concern for their inner strength and never stopped using their lightsabers, so he could not launch an offensive for a while.
The only thing we can do is to defend for a while and then attack again after the offensive is weaker.
Southeast corner of Tenryuji Temple.
Zhao Yan walked slowly towards the White Tower holding the long sword transformed by "Wanxiang".
He has killed hundreds of monks without any effort.
Even without using any force at all, "Wanxiang" flew out on its own and killed all those who dared to step forward to stop him.
"Good guy..."
"Uncle Ding is really bad-tempered. He smashed the bell and got trapped in the enemy camp..."
"Although he is a bit reckless, I have to say he is quite handsome."
Zhao Yan took the role of himself for a moment.
If it were him, he would never act like this.
He probably sneaked in quietly, killed a few small Karas first, and then killed a few big Karas, tried his best to find out where Duan Siping might be, and made a sneak attack.
"Here comes another one to die..."
After walking dozens of steps and just crossing a courtyard gate, Zhao Yan saw hundreds of Tianlong Temple monks armed with various weapons.
The strength ranges from seventh grade to third grade, and it can be considered a good force in the world.
It's a pity that tonight's game is destined not to be something they can get involved in.
The "everything" in his hand trembled slightly, as if urging Zhao Yan to let go and let it kill.
"...so positive."
Zhao Yan had a feeling that "Wanxiang" seemed to be very interested in killing these wrongdoers.
Maybe it's because of its properties as a divine weapon of punishment...
He pretended to point his sword, as if he was using sword control.
Then "Wanxiang" came out of his hand, like a faint light that traveled through the crowd in one breath.
When the sword returned to his hand, the monks in front remained motionless.
Zhao Yan, however, continued to walk forward in silence. When he reached the crowd, he softly said "Alas".
The heads of hundreds of monks on both sides slid down their necks.
The neck was broken at the root, and bright red blood suddenly spurted out like a fountain.
But Zhao Yan had already walked quickly through the crowd without letting the blood get stained.
"interesting…"
"It seems to be a Taoist sword-controlling technique, but I can't feel a trace of energy. Is the prince practicing a new secret technique?"
A familiar voice came from the courtyard gate ahead.
Zhao Yan looked up and saw a man in black robe standing at the courtyard door.
As for why the voice sounded familiar to him, it was because this person was the golden-faced man who talked to Zhang Laodao at Shenyang Pass that day.
Zhao Yan smiled lightly.
"You seem to like to look down at people from a high position. You have to stand on such a high courtyard gate."
"It's just a habit."
The golden-faced man said softly and floated down from the courtyard door.
